Fourteen Hours Naked, and Counting…
It’s late Tuesday night, and here I am in an all-too-familiar position: naked and tied to my chair in front of the computer.
Friday was my last day at my job. They had a little party for me, and I was taken aside and informed that they’d re-hire me in an instant if I ever decided I wanted to come back.
I spent most of the weekend just getting used to the idea that I’d really done it, really left my job. That I was really going through with my plan.
Yesterday I went into high gear, taking care of all the little details that have to get taken care of before one goes away (and incommunicado) for two months.
Of course, Mistress Yoko also had some details to take care of before letting me go away for two months. She’d never let me go without a little “going-away party” to remember her by (as if I could ever forget her!). So early this afternoon, Neige showed up at my door, and I soon found myself in much the same position I’m in right now: tied naked to my chair. Although this afternoon my position was worse, because I had the evil remote-control vibrating toys (dildo and butt plug) inserted in me, and they’re not inside me right now, thank goodness.
Once I was secured in my chair, Neige made me email Mistress Yoko (who was at work) to tell her I was there for her amusement for the rest of her workday.
Mistress Yoko soon wrote back and suggested a game for Neige to play with me, called “Buzz.” Believe me, when you’ve got large remote control vibrating devices inserted in your intimate orifices, you don’t want to hear that you’re going to be playing a game called “Buzz”!
The way Buzz worked was this: Neige and I counted out loud, with Neige saying “one,” and me saying “two,” and Neige saying “three,” and so on. Whenever Neige arrived at a number that either had the digit 7 in it or was a multiple of 7, she got to “buzz” me by switching the toys on for a moment. Whenever I arrived at a number that either had the digit 7 in it or was a multiple of 7, I was supposed to say “buzz” instead of saying the number… and if I messed up, Neige got to “buzz” me.
This is a very evil game, and if one has a vibrating device controlled by a remote switch (i.e., attached by a cord so it can be held by someone sitting next to the victim) it’s easy to play with anyone tied into a chair… or a wheelchair… hint, hint…
After a while the game had me so worked up that I had to write to Mistress Yoko and beg her to tell Neige to let me come. But of course, Mistress Yoko let me beg for a while. And then, while she was still keeping me in suspense and making me beg, Valkyrie chimed in (Neige knows that Valkyrie usually checks her email sometime in the early afternoon on weekdays these days, so she’d made me CC Valkyrie on my emails to Mistress Yoko so that Valkyrie would know what was going on and be able to join in).
Valkyrie asked Mistress Yoko if she could “play with me a while” before Mistress Yoko let me come. I was terrified, because ever since I announced my plan to get revenge on Valkyrie this coming Winter, Valkyrie (who foolishly doubts my ability to best her and get my revenge) has decided to show me how unafraid of me she is by inflicting extremely painful and humiliating tortures on me just so she can taunt me about how I’ll never be able to get her back for what she’s doing to me.
Of course, I will be getting Valkyrie back this coming Winter, sometime between New Year’s Day and Valentine’s Day, and you’ll all get to read about it when I do! So every evil thing she does to me is going to be taken out of her naked, helpless, and trembling hide when the time comes, and all her taunting is just going to make my revenge sweeter!
But as satisfying as that is to think about, it doesn’t make her cruel games any less painful or humiliating while they’re actually happening to me… and Valkyrie, though she’s not as smart as me, can be one evil bitch when she puts her mind to it. So I begged Mistress Yoko not to let Valkyrie do anything to me… but of course, Mistress Yoko told Valkyrie to go ahead and “have some fun” at my expense!
First, Valkyrie had Neige put clothespins on my nipples. Then she had Neige take me out of my chair for a moment and remove the dildo from inside me (but not the butt plug), and then re-tie me in the chair and turn the butt plug on. After that, she had Neige f**k me with the dildo by hand for a little bit, and then I had to write to Valkyrie to tell her that it was done, and that I was sitting there with the clothespins on my nipples and the butt plug vibrating inside me. All through this, of course, I was begging for mercy and that evil bitch Valkyrie was taunting me and gloating.
But the worst was yet to come. With the clothespins still on my nipples and the butt plug still switched on, Valkyrie instructed Neige to put “a whole bunch” of clothespins on my labia!
I pleaded with Mistress Yoko not to let Valkyrie do this to me, but of course Mistress Yoko found the whole thing amusing and just teased me about my predicament.
Here’s a little experiment for all you readers (or at least the female ones) to try: Get a dozen large, heavy-duty, wooden clothespins and a watch or clock with a second hand. Strip naked. Clip one clothespin on each nipple. Then clip the other ten on your labia, five on each side. Sit like that for three minutes without moving. After that, you might have a little bit of an idea of how desperate I was to get the clothespins taken off.
Or, you could try the more fun version of the experiment, where you tie up a friend (maybe one who’s lost a bet with you or something) and put the clothespins on her. Then see what she’s willing to do or say to get you to take them off of her…
If you try either version, be sure to write and tell us all about it!
And if you try the first version, or if you have the second version tried on you, you’ll understand why I very quickly broke down and frantically begged Valkyrie to have Neige take the clothespins off.
This is what the evil bitch wrote back:
What’s that, Lila? You want them off?
Well, then, here’s what you need to do: You know that dildo Neige just fucked your naked little pussy with? That’s all covered with your juices? You’re going to lick and suck that dildo completely clean, my little slut! And I want you to spend some time on it… I want some serious tongue and deep-throat action!
Neige will have you write to me again when she feels you’ve done a thorough enough job!
Bon appetit!
And desperate as I was, I had no choice but to comply.
But when I was done, instead of having Neige take the clothespins off, Valkryie wrote:
I’m off to the beach, now! As for you, little loser, you can sit right there with all those clothespins on you and the butt blug vibrating away, and think about the error of your ways until your mistress decides to grant you mercy!
Well, of course I immediately wrote to Mistress Yoko, begging her to tell Neige to take the clothespins off. But Mistress Yoko, of course, found my predicament delightful, and after keeping me waiting in agony for a good 15 minutes, she wrote:
I say Neige takes the butt plug out of you, but leaves the clothespins on, and makes you dance so that the
clothespins rattle! Go on, now!
After my little “dance,” Mistress Yoko still wouldn’t allow the excruciatingly painful clothespins to be taken off me. Instead, I had to sit tied in my chair again, privates and nipples throbbing in agony, for another 20 minutes, simply because Mistress Yoko had 20 minutes left in her workday and it pleased her to know that I was desperately waiting upon her mercy as she cheerfully went about her work.
After she finally wrote to say that she was leaving work and that Neige could take the clothespins off, Neige spent the evening playing various games with me. We played the ice cube game again, and a game where I had to hold various yoga-like poses as Neige prodded, tickled, teased, and anally violated me (after that game, at least I was finally permitted a desperately-needed orgasm). I waited on Neige and serviced her, and ate my dinner from a bowl on the floor with no hands as usual. Finally, after getting me worked up again and making me service her again, Neige left me tied to my bed while she chatted with Mistress Yoko on Yahoo Messenger.
After they’d chatted awhile, Neige untied me from the bed and re-tied me to this chair so Mistress Yoko could chat with me. Much to my relief, she didn’t put the toys back in me, and Mistress Yoko didn’t torture me… instead, Mistress Yoko and I had a very nice, friendly chat (probably our last one until the second half of December when I’m back from the monastery)… although at the end of the chat Mistress Yoko did give me the final “goodnight present” of having Neige tickle-torture me for 20 minutes.
And Mistress Yoko also ordered that I remain tied in this chair until I finished writing this entry. Last time I went to the monastery, I got so caught up in my preparations that I didn’t get the big entry written that I was supposed to write, and Mistress Yoko decided to make sure that that doesn’t happen again. Unfortunately, I had such an exhausting day that I quickly began to nod off while writing the opening paragraphs. So Neige has actually untied me a few times to wake me up in various creative ways… she’s given me a couple of cups of tea and a couple of bathroom breaks, but she’s also given me an “ice break” (torturing me with ice cubes, which at least felt good on my swollen nipples and labia), a “tickle break,” and a “spanking break” (in which she put me over her knee and gave me those 100 swats that Jennifer ordered a while ago).
So now it’s already the wee hours of Wednesday, and I’m just finishing this up, and boy am I eager to get to bed (though Neige, currently lounging around on the bed, has been hinting that she might have just a little bit more fun in store for me when I get there).
Mistress Yoko leaves for her wedding tomorrow (Thursday). I think the actual wedding is this Saturday, the 14th. Congratulations, Mistress Yoko and Lipby!
I’m leaving very early this Friday morning. I don’t know if I’ll have time to write another entry before then.
Maybue wrote to me a few days ago with the kindest offer: she offered to let me play with Faighnee for a week! Unfortunately, I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had a chance to write back until now… sorry, Maybue! Thank you so much for such a sweet gift… I would have loved a chance to torture Faighnee again, and I’d definitely do it if only I had another week before I left!
Ah, but all is not lost, sweet Maybue! By the time I get back from the monastery and settled into my apartment again for the Winter, the Solstice will have come round, and you and Faighnee will have switched roles again, back to the way you were when we met, with Faighnee as Princess and you as the slave! So even though the timing didn’t work out for me to get to play with Faighnee, maybe she’ll let me play with you this Winter! Isn’t it nice having that to look forward to?
Have a lovely rest-of-the-Autumn, everyone! I hope you’ll all keep playing fun games and contributing to the Storybook. Join me back here this Winter, for fun and revenge!